❝ if you’re looking for an apology, you won’t be getting one. ever. ❞ there’s something about him she doesn’t like —– though she can’t figure why that is, quite yet. regardless, she’s sticking to her words. ❝ it’s not my fault you were at the wrong place at the wrong time.❞
❝ nor is it my fault that we seem to always run into each other. ❞ a slight smirk spread across his lips. ❝ it might have been the wrong place at the wrong time, but there still is something that has to be said… even if you lack the ability to say it. ❞
The rain came down in a relentless torrent, chilling in its damp embrace. It caused the red cloak that hung about his shoulders to cling to his toned form, soaked through to the skin in absence of any garment covering his chest. Had he still retained a fine control over the elements, he’d have put a stop to the downpour long ago. But he was no longer the god of thunder. Or much else, for that matter.
Forcing himself to endure the shower, the axe held in his left hand replacing his mighty hammer, he followed a route between buildings, wishing to see where it would end. Rendered valueless he had little desire to do much else but wander Midgard, at least until he found a way to get offworld. Hopefully that time would come son enough.
Hopefully.
on most days, he would have preferred the rain over sunlight. still, it was quite clear to him that someone ( or something ) wasn’t going to make today easy for him. all he wanted to do was try to relax, but apparently that was just a bit too much to ask for.
still, if he could find an easy target – maybe that would cheer him up. well, maybe not by much, but it would clear his head. a fight… usually did when he had days when he simply was on the edge of who he was. all he had to do was find someone and take the leap — maybe then it would get him back in the right direction. well, hopefully.
“you shouldn’t be here,” he said, mainly as his own version of a warning as he leaned against a wall. “especially someone who looks… that bad.”
“ you know – i’m starting to get the impression that you LIKE me. “ she looks him over; ever since they first MET it’s always been a matter of hesitation. while both saw each other as potential allies, they KNEW their morality and their goals didn’t line up. and yet, there seemed to be something under the SURFACE – something suggesting that they could very well be allies. she knew nothing about him, not enough to trust him, but she no longer feared for her life when they crossed paths. maybe foolish of her. “ or, at least, you tolerate me. “
“i wouldn’t call it EITHER of those things.” he didn’t trust her, he didn’t entirely like her, and to say he tolerated her was entirely DEBATABLE on his mood. it was true, he would have ENJOYED working with her, but ky rarely ( if ever ) admitted his true feelings. “let’s just say.. i don’t see any point in causing any PROBLEMS between us.” well, more than the usual, but he felt that was besides the point.
if she agreed, would that make her an accessory? no idea. the legal thing isn’t her area of expertise for a reason. it was tempting though. less cops on her ass meant fewer trips to the police station and she’s had more than enough of those. “you can do whatever the hell you want, just don’t trace it back to me and we’re good.” can’t do her job if she was in prison. what he does with his free time was none of her business so if he wanted to burn the place down, more power to him. as long as she’s not involved. thousand dollar tab. lucky bastard has money to blow while she struggles to make ends meet, leaving in this crap apartment with loud neighbors. “what’s the catch?” no one can suggests something like that without a catch.
he wasn’t expecting her to say yes – even if it was in her own way. taking out over a massive chunk of the police force would be easy and they wouldn’t trace it back to her. he would make sure of that … more or less. “no catch.” a lie, there was always a catch. he just wanted – no, needed someone to be with. to have company. he could have picked up some random girl and killed them, but he already had grown bored of doing that. a reason to why he thought treating her would be the best bet. “none at all.”
She glares not finding his little challenge or joke funny. “I can stop bullets” A whole barrage of them at a time, and large metal poles but she’s never had to really protect herself from anything other than that. “What do you have in mind?” The emerald green aura in her hands fades away as if it was never there, but it leaves a slight vibration in her bones always resting just beneath the surface. “Want to toss some knives at me or something?”
“i’m sure you can.” a roll of his eyes soon followed after. “i have a few things in mind, but knifes? i highly doubt anyone would come after you with knifes.” well, maybe he shouldn’t have thought that – he’d seem some pretty weird shit in his time. still, he couldn’t very assume everything. “still, your choice.” even if all ky wanted to do was be out somewhere having his own version of ‘fun’ that usually meant….destruction on a mass scale.
Arms lay flat at his sides and all those pointed sharp quills stand on full end with his fists clenched into tightly balled fists. The features of his minimalist face, once briefly contorted in frustration ease, and the snap of his fingers has another lifeless husk of a man preparing him another goblet to replace the spilled and lost one. “This was to be a punishment.” He thinks aloud, eyes drifting to the casino floor visible through his office’s one way mirror– “I have worked hard to build it into something that would work more in my favor than my foolish father’s. The souls that come here, belong to me– And I will not have you come here, implying I do nothing.” An accusatory finger, claw and all, is pointed at the smaller demon, before the arm falls back to his side. “What is it you want, truly? Not just here and now, but in the scheme of things, hm? Power, status, freedom from the shackles of Hell’s servitude? What is it?”
This was one of the few times the Demon should have kept his mouth shut and head down. If he did so, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten himself into a situation that made the hair on his back of his neck stand on it’s ends, but then again he always was a slow learner. In truth keeping his head down should have been easy, but Ky always somehow managed to let his curiosity … even if he knew it wasn’t the best choice of actions.
Still, the question that was posed presented quite a rare opportunity. More importantly, he knew that he needed to give a (half-way) decent answer, and for that very reason he hesitated. Not much, but just enough to where it showed through. “Status, ” no, he would never be free – maybe at one point he had the choice, but not now. Not when he lacked the ability to make a decision he could stick to. “Among other things.”
he was going to give a smart-assed comment about how he only enjoyed them in bed, but doubted that it would have been taken well. a reason to why he decided to keep things as short as he could. that way, maybe he could get out of them, and back on his way before the end of the day. well, hopefully at least.
❝ yes, well, times change. ❞
it was his own way of saying he didn’t mind them, but then again, he would never would admit that. well, at least if they were being used on anyone else, but his person. still, he was in quite the little situation here, and he doubted that his charm would get him out of this. not to say he wouldn’t try.
❝ so,❞ he said, leaning his head back for a few moments, ❝ why are these needed again? it’s not like i could get out of here anyways – i don’t even know where we are. ❞
well that came out of left field. at first she wonders what the hell brought it on, looking back at him with her best ‘what the fuck’ expression. “do I look like some doe-eyed little schoolgirl to you?” she’s almost offended by the suggestion this is whatever he’d implied it was. “you’re not completely repulsive and you have decent taste in alcohol but believe me, I’m not interested in anything else.”
part of him wanted to respond sarcastically; to dig himself in with a blade that was so easy for him, but instead, ky decided to deal with things straight forward. “you sure about that? ‘cause, i’m quite sure that if i stick around long enough you might become attached.” or, at least that was what he thought.
“Well maybe you’re right. There is something about where you’re from and who you are that you could say, is’t quite the traditional diffintion of man but— since you’ve got that form, it’s just easier to refer to you in that way.”
She bit down on her lower lip, hands clasped in front of her. She could see that he had no interest in anything about her and most likely that also stemmed to anything that she had to say but there had to be a reason he was sitting in front of her. Becca took a deep breath before finally gazing back towards him. She slightly shook her head before speaking. “So, I can tell that you usually could care less what any person has to say to you but— for some reason, you’re sitting here in front of me, in my compound. So— since you don’t like your time wasted and I usually don’t like wasting my own time guessing what someone wants, or waiting for them to just tell me what I’ve already gathered from their thoughts and feelings—- why don’t we just skip all that and get down to business. What can I do for you Ky’lar, son of Blackheart.”
since she knew who he was, there was no doubt in his mind that she knew the extent ( or at least a portion ) of what he was capable of. a reason to why he decided to skip the theatrics and just get to the point of why he was here.
that way, he wouldn’t have to waste anytime getting to the point of the matter. no, he would go in head first, and say everything out-right. that way, both of them could save more time than wasting it going through unnecessary pleasantries.
“i’m here on a family matter. more specifically, finding information on the humans that raised me.” it wan’t exactly all of it, but it was a start, and then he could maybe start piecing together his past. or at least some of it.
Bucky’s guard is still completely up. There’s every possibility that this is a trap; obviously this man knows exactly who he is. If he eases up- if he relaxes at all, he could end up right back in the hands of HYDRA. That’s not happening, not ever again. “Who?” He asks, looking around with sharp eyes at every possible vantage point. There’s no snipers that he can detect, no one around acting especially suspicious. Turning uneasy eyes back on Ky, his eyes narrow slightly. The faster he can get this over with, the faster the guy will go away, the faster he can start moving. He doesn’t know how he was found, despite every precaution he’d taken to ensure he wouldn’t. All he knows is he needs to get out of here, immediately. Move to a new location where no one could follow.
arms folded across his chest as he gave a short glance around. he could have explained himself properly — even to the point of cutting out the ‘crap’ in his own way. the only problem was he doubted that it would have worked in this situation. he didn’t have all the information, nor did he have all the answers — a reason to why instead of staying in a hotel room… he was here doing this shit. “i believe we both know the answer to that.” the words were said bluntly; relying on his own assumptions than actual facts. if it came to a fight, things would get complicated, but all the same, he was hoping to avoid that at all costs.
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